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FIC: Thou Wilt Quake For This (1/9)

Title: Thou Wilt Quake For This
Genre: Much Ado About Nothing
Rating: T (except for the DVD extra)
Author: tkel_paris
Summary: Benedick and Beatrice have found themselves forced to marry. While their family and friends are determined to make them fall in love, a chance emerges to expose the villains who trapped them. Can they succeed and protect Hero?
Disclaimer: I don't know who owns what where Shakespeare is concerned. However, Josie O'Rouke owns the version of MAAN I'm basing this on.
Dedication: sykira. You know why. May you have plenty of Benedick-flavored dreams after reading this. ;D
Author's Note: This was the third idea that came rather quickly when my Muse was originally prompted by THE scene in MAAN. And a huge thanks to tardis_mole for beta reading. I needed to figure out how to make this plot bunny work, and that wouldn't have happened in a timely fashion without you.

Thou Wilt Quake For This

Started February 26, 2014
Finished October 9, 2014


Sunglasses still on her head, Beatrice stormed into the gardens of her uncle's domain, grateful that the work for the day was already completed. It allowed her to fume in privacy, and vent to her heart's content.

“My cousin hath not let me alone since the dreaded day: and today not until the Prince and his men arrived. Yet even then I have hardly had a moment's peace! How can I? I am trapped! Even months after the event I still can not figure out who had the villainy to set up enough of a deception to make it look like I had been careless with mine virtue! To trap me into being expected to marry now that this action hath ended. A proper saying, that I had let a man I hath been at war with for nearly ten years take liberties that are not his to claim! To force me to be bound to Benedick!”

She moaned in frustration.

“The deception was a carefully constructed event, I shall confess. Any more outlandish in the implications and even my uncle would have known it was not me that was witnessed and challenged it. But twas enough to leave me soon having a new lord to answer to. Mine only consolation is that this man hath never, in the whole of our acquaintance, tried to impose himself on me; and that he is honourable enough to agree to the marriage even though his name had also been maligned. Innocence in this he too hath, that I know. He hath also vowed to learn the names of the villains who placed us in this unwanted situation.”

Pacing, she ran her hand through her hair. “The action left me in a precarious state, indeed. If he had not returned I fear it would have been unclear whether I would have been able to show my face in society again. But he has and the wedding shall take place in two days. With my uncle engrossed in entertaining the Prince and Hero distracted by the Count I may depend on having time to myself until the preparations for the revels begin. I am certain that no one shall enter until then.”

Within moments she heard footsteps. She resisted the urge to growl. “Someone else is seeking solitude. Who dares to come here?”

She was silent as soon as she saw his face. Senor Benedick.

He saw her and stiffened a moment, remembering her last words to him when he ended that round of their merry war. But he took a deep breath. There was something they had to speak of. It was why he had sought to know where she went after her parting barb. “Lady Beatrice, may I speak with thee in the bounds of a truce?”

Her eyes widened slightly for a moment. “Only one subject can be meant by that, Senor.”

“Yea, the one that hath cost us each much sleep and distress.”

And he meant that, for he still remembered that dreadful following morning.

They were permitted to speak in private, but there were gentlewomen and gentlemen watching them from a distance. It meant that their words had to be in whispers. At least the gardens had seating that permitted all wishes to be honored.

Benedick leaned in once they were seated, solely to ensure as much of their privacy as possible. “How can thou have none who can testify to thy innocence?”

Beatrice flushed hotly and her eyes flashed. “If you have not noticed, Senor, there are a great many things that a lady is not supposed to speak of. Certainly not that she hath been made ill from the effects of Eve's shame.”

He took a long moment to try to figure that one out. He had no sisters, and had not been as near his mother as he often wished. One more thing to be angry at his father about.

She scowled as his ignorance was apparent. Figured that he, a man, would have no understanding of such things! Even if he had the excuse that he was born without the means, in body and mind, to comprehend it. “I grow old and yet Spring prefers to trick my body into thinking it still has hold over me even though I am unwed and do not participate in the planting season.”

At last he realized what she meant and blushed. “Not even when it proves the words a slander?!”

Not in mine uncle's house.”

He groaned and rubbed his face with both hands.

What about you? Dost thou have witnesses to testify?”

If I could produce any to speak on mine behalf that would leave thee alone, my fellow wit combatant: that I cannot do.”

His phrasing was mixed with an odd hesitation. “You do know someone who could.”

He leaned in closer and lowered his voice even further. “To speak of it would break an oath of secrecy to the Prince, and even he would not break silence on this one. The matter I conducted for him is too delicate for my true location yesternight to be made public. And again where would that leave thee?”

Beatrice slumped. “O god! What is to become of me?! You cannot wish to wed!”

Yet offer thou my hand I shall, for I cannot endure the thought of a lady wrongfully shunned when there is another way. And I swear to thee that I shall hunt the villains who caused this and make them bound to their answer.”

It was far less than she could have wished for, and yet far more than she had any right to ask.

What doth thou expect of me?”

In that we may decide between ourselves at our leisure, for there is a great many matters to resolve.”

Fair luck for you, Senor.”

What means thee?”

That you have gained a rich wife at no trouble to yourself save your name being maligned.”

I should rather have mine honour remain unimpeached and I should hope you would know that, my Lady. But know that thou shall have the full reign over thy father's lands, for who knows their traditions better? I am an interloper, no matter what says the law. Tis thy right to rule thy inheritance as is fitting, and I shall ensure that happens. I swear it on mine honour.”

That was a greater comfort. His honor was not something he took lightly. Indeed he was probably the most serious about it of any of the Prince's men, perhaps including the Prince himself. So his word was the greatest promise anyone could ask for.

He knew she was not happy. “Lady Beatrice, we must marry to protect thee from shame and public ridicule, and to keep mine true whereabouts concealed. Will thou have me?”

At least he granted her the illusion that it was her choice. Small comfort, but it showed some thought to her feelings. Which was more than most in her uncle's House would allow her.

She sank onto one of the benches and waved an invitation to sit across from her. For all she spoke against him she knew he was a man of pure honor and meant it when he said he gave his word that something would happen. “Have you any news about who placed us in this wrongful position?”

He took the garden seat. The words exchanged with Don Pedro and Claudio had nearly taken away all of his good humor and it was hard enough to slip away to give quiet orders to his own men after carrying out the Prince's command. “No proof that would suffice to free us from this enforced marriage, but perhaps some clue as to the identity of the villains. And I am completely satisfied that none in my own company were in the slightest complicit in the matter.”

“I knew there had to be more than one to create such sayings and tales that would make the world convinced we acted improperly,” she snapped, her hands twitching to cause injury to those men. “Who are they you suspect, Senor?”

“I hath my suspicions of John the Bastard and his two most trusted men, Conrade and Borachio.”

She stiffened. “A grave accusation that cannot be made without proof; the Prince would require nothing less even from such a one as you, Senor. What cause hath you to suspect so?”

His fingers had their turn twitching. “It is in how they look at me whenever our marriage is spoken of, or if men dare hint at the lies that they do not know are lies. The subject only goes if Don Pedro insists, and I hath required his assistance far more often than I care for. I am certain that the Bastard's men cast the lies and that Don John is the author of all, but they are covering themselves well.”

Beatrice groaned and stood, pacing. After a moment, she looked him in the eye. “Can we set a trap of our own?”

“Only if they mean to cause mischief in the coming week, and knowing how much the Bastard despises Claudio I could imagine he shall seek some.”

Her eyes widened. “O god! Hero! My cousin looks on Claudio with an eye of favour, and I am sure he is not immune to her. Don John could not hurt her in the mischief, could he?”

Benedick paled. “I would not put it past him, only to hurt her would be to prevent something she wished.”

“What can be done?!”

“I cannot act without suspicions of some impending mischief and I cannot do anything that would put them on their guards to a further extent; therefore I must keep mine eyes and ears alert without seeming to. I beg thee to do the same, my lady.”

“What can I do when it is not likely what I shall hear of their plans?”

“Servants overhear more than many give them credit for; one servant overhearing something may look on thee with concern and then you could persuade them to speak of it.”

A groan accompanied her resigned expression. She looked at him again, this time worried. “What if we cannot prove anything in time?”

He stood slowly, yet kept where he was. “Then I shall stand by mine promise and defend thy honour as mine own for life. We may not have chosen this, yet I know we each could have endured far worse in an enforced match.”

She managed a smile. “Yea, I hath evaded matches proposed by mine uncle for years. Doth the same hold for you?”

His smile was grimmer. “All ladies of meek manner, without an original thought.”

A laugh escaped her. “O poor fool! What a curse, to be wed to dust!”

“Lady Beatrice, whatever thou thinkest of me, know that I meant the words I spoke when this first happened. I intend to be an honourable husband, and am certain that I can trust that thou wilt be an honourable wife.”

She crossed her arms protectively, trying to conceal a shiver at the thoughts of the wifely duties that she knew her aunt often resented. It led right to another great concern. “What of the wedding night? I know nothing and none will tell me anything.”

He marveled in dismay, and not for the first time, that women could be such enemies when they were often the only allies who would listen and could act on their behalf. He flushed as images hit his mind that were disturbingly pleasing to him. “Without boasting I can state that I know some things about how to please a woman, and so I can do what I can to make... becoming one flesh not unpleasant to both of us.”

Her face tried to match her hair. Fortunately she quickly thought of a subject guaranteed to make her lose said color. “And what of children?”

He took a breath, considering his words for a long moment. “As expected of us as that shall be, I would wish to wait until we can reach some standing truce whilst engaging in verbal battles. I believe I should miss these matches if they ceased.”

She found a tiny smile. “Never have I hath a man willing to be challenged as much as you proved willing, so I should miss our war if it ended.”

“The question where children are the matter is doth thou wish for thy father's legacy to be continued.”

She thought a moment. “I hath wished that my father's line not die with me, and yet I have not seen a man who I trusted enough to risk my life to bear fruit.”

He tensed, thinking of the women he knew who had given their lives for their babes. “I wish for thou to live a very long time, for I doth know that children need their mother.” He kneeled before her and reached carefully for one of her hands. “Might I prove worthy enough for thou to accept that chance if I swear on mine honour to send for anything to see to thy and any babe's health?”

She gave him a gentle smile and squeezed his hand. “You hath a chance to earn such trust, Benedick. Do what is possible to find and punish our imprisoners, and I shall be a good wife; yet do not expect obedience.”

He almost smiled. “If thou suddenly became obedient, I should worry for thy mind.”

“And if thou became completely pleasant I should wonder if thou had gone mad.”

They laughed for a long moment, and then shook hands as they both stood.

“Until the evening, my dear Lady Disdain?”

“May thy disguise provide thee with opportunities to seek the truth, Senor Mountanto.” With that she walked away, leaving her sunglasses on her head.

He watched her until she was no longer in sight. Then he sighed loudly. “I shall learn who hath tak'n our right to choose away from us both, make them answer to the world and live with the public shame. I can live with my Lady Beatrice as I would be assured of having children with wit and wisdom and virtue, as she is a virtuous lady of good discourse; but it would be best if we could each be free to choose our own journeys. Yet we shall be reveng'd as we may.”

With that, he went in a different direction to his own room.

Chapter Two: Cunning Shall Not Shame


( 29 comments — Leave a comment )
Oct. 10th, 2014 04:25 am (UTC)
"O poor fool! What a curse, to be wed to dust!" Oh, this is brilliant! I love Shakespeare-fanfic (and I love this fandom for writing it!)

You're doing a great job with the story <3 With their spoken soliloquies and the exits at the end of the scene it reads almost like a real play. Please update soon, can't wait to see those two warming to the idea of marriage :)
Oct. 10th, 2014 03:19 pm (UTC)
And you chose a great icon. :DDDDDDD

Well, the rest is almost done. Just a few tweaks left. Next chapter will be up within the next day or so. I'm kinda waiting for the recipient to comment first. :)

I take it you've read my other MAAN fics? :DDDDD What'd you think?
Oct. 10th, 2014 03:52 pm (UTC)
Thanks, but so is yours! Those two are just always gorgeous together <3

Yay for that! I'm really looking forward to this (too bad Shakespeare didn't write a sequel to MAAN~)

I think I did... I remember reading some MAAN-fics on LJ and since I don't know many people besides you who write them... *goes back to make sure I didn't miss anything*
Oct. 10th, 2014 09:04 pm (UTC)
And that invites this one... ;D

A sequel...? Oh, lordy. Don't give me more ideas... Not this close to NaNo...

Well, if you find you haven't commented, let me know. It always brightens my day. :)
Oct. 11th, 2014 04:02 am (UTC)
*_* How I wish I could have seen this live~ (And now I've run out of B/B icons, so Benedick alone has to do)

Haha maybe after NaNo? ;) It's just something that left me wondering. Beatrice and Benedick clearly make a great couple, but they are really proud and enjoy teasing each other. Sometimes I wondered how their previous fights would influence their marriage.

I will! I know I've commented your Jenny fic, but I haven't caught up on it, yet.
Oct. 10th, 2014 09:49 am (UTC)
I swear I squealed like a pig when I saw your update!

I love Benedick and Beatrice so much and I completely love that they are still bickering but it's less hurtful now. I also love that they have a mutual enemy.

The Beatrice brings up their marriage life, like wife duties and children. She's so knowledgeable yet she knows nothing about the mysterious wedding night and Ben is so sweet, promising to please her and makes sure she's comfortable.

Totally can't wait for more!
Oct. 10th, 2014 03:20 pm (UTC)
Ah, and another person falls victim to the "my world screeched to a halt" reaction to a MAAN posting from me. ;)

Less in most ways. I think you'll see why later.

He is sweet. Which makes you wonder just what happened to create the merry war in the first place.

Soon. :)
Oct. 10th, 2014 06:53 pm (UTC)
Yes, he's very sweet.

I always had this theory that because they have a lot of history between them, maybe somewhere in the past, they have had expressed their fondness for each other. Leonato however did not approve of the match. I assume that status is a very important thing to a governor like Leonato. Perhaps at that time, Benedick is not anyone important, like he is now (aka the Prince's right-hand man/friend and a soldier whom returned home victorious).

He made himself clear to Benedick that he will not allow Beatrice to marry someone who is not worthy. So he leaves without a word in hopes to prove himself worthy of her to her uncle but she thought he had abandoned her. That was what lead to their merry war.

Anyway, that's just my theory. I'm really loving this story already :D
Oct. 10th, 2014 09:11 pm (UTC)
I do think status is important to Leonato, but I suspect that he also cares about character - which he thinks is shown through the battlefield mostly. There is no doubt that they came very close to admitting their feelings much earlier, but something happened.

I had one way of explaining it in "Seals of Love", in the first chapter. Yours is an interesting idea, but I think it more fits with an idea I gained today while revising a few bits of this story's later chapters.

Without giving away what I wrote in Seals, I always assumed Benedick said or did something foolish and MALE to PO Beatrice and both sides failed to listen. I think I developed that idea from working on "Glance of Love" during my emails with my betas.

Your idea might work its way into another MAAN story, with your permission. :D And thank you for commenting.
Oct. 10th, 2014 11:48 pm (UTC)
I read both "Seals" and "Glance" and they are both wonderful.

Yes, please feel free to use my idea. I look forward to reading it :D
Oct. 11th, 2014 12:44 am (UTC)
Thank you! I think I won't mind this new idea at all. :DDDDD
Oct. 10th, 2014 05:07 pm (UTC)
I admit Shakespeare is not my forte. But I do enjoy this. And look forward to more. :)

~Ali ♥
Oct. 10th, 2014 09:00 pm (UTC)
And just think: there are two other MAAN stories already up on my LJ page. :)

Oct. 10th, 2014 06:18 pm (UTC)
Oooh, I do like this scenario you've set up here for the lovely duo.
Is it okay to ask exactly how sexually experienced you are assuming Benedick is in this story? And will Beatrice be worried about that healthwise as well as coping with the wedding night, and beyond?
Oct. 10th, 2014 09:01 pm (UTC)
Ooh... Let me do a check with my beta. Might mean one more flashback. Or... no, wait. I think I have it.

*off to type*

Good idea, BTW, Thanks. And please look out for more. More of your pressie will come as soon as I can tame the next chapter into submission.
Oct. 11th, 2014 12:17 am (UTC)
you write another MAAN story i can't believe it i've read 'seals of love' and 'glance of love' five times each. You're great at writting it. please update soon i can't wait to see what'll happen (and for the dvd extra's)!!!!!!!
Oct. 11th, 2014 12:43 am (UTC)
I love such an enthusiastic response. There will be more soon. I just need to check on one last thing with the next chapter. As soon as my beta gives the okay, it'll be ready. I am hoping to see a response from the recipient of this story before I post again. But if not I'll post this weekend anyway.
Oct. 11th, 2014 05:32 pm (UTC)
You shall be the absolute death of me !
I made the stupid mistake of starting this while drying my hair on my way out the door. Now I am skipping out on an event I really should NOT be skipping out on to savor the rest oh my word this is BRILLIANT!
Soooooo many of my utter favorite tropes AND my favorite Shakespeare couple, I'm in heaven!

I'll spare you my treatises on certain issues you've raised here(for now anyway!) cause I cannot wait to see where this goes! And honestly, I trust you to handle things better than I trust myself.
Oct. 11th, 2014 06:02 pm (UTC)
*dunks in case any flying objects are heading my way*

Oops. I've learned the hard way to NOT get on LJ before I have to be anywhere. Hope you still made it.

Tropes and Ben/Bea goodness. I was pretty sure you'd be happy. :)

Well, I'm always interested in making my writing better, and coming up with more interesting topics. So when you have the time... let me know what treatises you have to share. As soon as my beta gets back on one final detail I'll be posting the next part. :D (I mean, I could post with a slight tweak, but there's a detail I want to get right because it could end up in yet another MAAN story.)

*hugs* Great to hear from you. :DDDDDDD
Oct. 12th, 2014 09:23 am (UTC)
Darling, heads up, I have a few alerts set up looking for plagiarism/thuggery on the internet and one went off: http://fanfic-journal.com/tag/sykira/ …except it's actually YOUR story that is being plagiarized, it just picked up my name in it--


You could argue (as the apparently Russian site owners do there: http://fanfic-journal.com/complain-here/) that it isn't plagiarism, so then why include all the header fields except that of author name, which they leave suspiciously blank?? It looks like they are basically taking all the fic that has been posted on the Doctor Donna comm since mid August of this year, stripping the author name, and reposting it on their site without permission. (http://fanfic-journal.com/?s=Ten%2FDonna)

They showcase a couple of politely worded requests to remove fanfic but I find it hard to believe they aren't deluged with much more strongly worded requests than that, so I bet they just cherry-picked a few requests to put up there to make them look reasonable--but as a commenter points out, why not just post a link to the stories, why repost them, and why do it without author permission? I cry foul.

Edited at 2014-10-12 01:26 pm (UTC)
Oct. 12th, 2014 01:57 pm (UTC)
Good lord... I just posted my complaint, and a post about this to doctordonna. *grumbles*

Thanks for the heads up. I've had a rough past 24 hours, with the windshield situation. (See my post on that if you're curious.) Did you know that it's hard finding someone who'll come out on a weekend?
Oct. 12th, 2014 09:42 am (UTC)
On a more positive note, I meant it literally when I said the treatises are waiting because I trust you more, I don't want to influence what you are writing, I want to see where you go with it :D

This is because one of my big problems is being too pushy with prompts--I tend to be far too proscriptive, (not sure if that's even a word but it's close to what I mean!) but I had a come-to-Jesus moment a little while ago when I read how one of my favorite scenes in fiction ever EVER was ALL down to an actor I adore beyond measure (NOT the writers or directors because in an interview afterwards they literally admitted just giving the scene over entirely to the actor to do with as he pleased, and his costar followed his lead completely!) anyway That blew me away because of the thousands of ways I imagined it playing out, right from the start he played it in a way that violated one of my basic premises --for the characters and for the relationship--and he was SO RIGHT and it was SO MUCH BETTER than had I written/directed it, and yes it was magic!

*pauses for breath*

So yes, without that experience I would still be a boring know it all and somewhere in my review of this chapter I wouldn't be able to resist slipping in a british-subtle little "quite surprised you decided to do X here, I'm interested to see where you go with that" in the fervent hope of drawing you into a conversation about it that would be me running my mouth but NO I am going to NOT do that until you write it the way you want to and I already know I LOVE it and I trust you and it's all the more fun this way :) (And it wouldn't be a matter of making your writing better at all, this is not an issue of your writing lacking, it's a matter of Sykira having more issues than a magazine as Ais would say(!) and using you as my therapist basically!)

You know what is ironic, seeing as how people are plagiarizing this, there is no copyright on Shakespeare rewrites and if you put this up on Amazon, Goodreads or anywhere I would VERY VERY GLADLY PAY $$ FOR IT and leave you rave reviews and boom your paid writing career would be off the ground. (DO IT!) Doesn't matter if it's years before you put another story on there, you would be established.
Oct. 12th, 2014 02:51 pm (UTC)
*blushes* Trust. That's a word that means a lot to me coming from you. *hugs* I see what you mean. I'll try to be more careful about what I say in reviews.

Eh, what is fanfiction for but cheap therapy? :) I sometimes find writing ANYTHING is therapeutic. But nothing's better than the satisfaction of finishing something and getting such warm reviews like yours.

If it wasn't based on a particular performance, I would consider doing that! That it's plainly based off a performance that IS under copyright makes it murky. Matter of fact, I should get my original stuff going again so I can make some money. Do you read Jane Austen-type stuff? I have three novels to polish, all inspired by her work.
Oct. 23rd, 2014 06:25 am (UTC)
I'm finally, after three Squee-filled reads, attempting to coment in a coherent fashion. There are just so many things to adore in this. From the clever repurposing of fragments of the original text to suit the situation to the much more expansive new dialog, I smiled my way through the early morning hours. They are the very epitome of the "kiss or kill" kind of relationship, yet I would agree there's too much respect for and from both parties for the killing to ever be a probable outcome. My theory is that when younger, Beatrice had a crush on Ben and he did something stupid before he knew and regretted it later. To cover up their feelings, they embarked upon this merry war, each feeling it better to have the other in their lives, however tenuously, rather than not.

My favorite lines? Difficult to choose among the many gems, but this stuck out in my mind.

He almost smiled. “If thou suddenly became obedient, I should worry for thy mind.”

“And if thou became completely pleasant I should wonder if thou had gone mad.”

Yep. I can see that and hear that clearly and long after I'd finished reading.
Thanks for this bit of lovely to help get me through the day.
Oct. 23rd, 2014 12:32 pm (UTC)
*squees* You did read it! :DDDDDDDD

It looks more like a "kiss or kill" relationship to outsiders who think that it's unseemly to behave like that, I agree. But there HAD to be attraction and respect for it to continue as long as it seems to have done. After talking about it with my beta, we agreed to assume that in this version their war has been going on for around ten years. Some big stupid thing done, eh? But I also assumed that Beatrice was equally at fault for jumping to conclusions and not asking the right questions.

Am pretty sure TM loved those lines too. :DDDDDD

Welcome. Hope you like the rest.
Oct. 27th, 2014 04:38 pm (UTC)
I purposely waited until you had posted all of the parts, so I could comments on each in a timely manner, and also so I wouldn't have to re-read the previous chapter before reading the newest (although, that's not much of a hardship!).

Having watched MAAN several times on Digital Theatre, I can sooooo hear those voices, especially his "my dear Lady Disdain" comment!

And how oh, so practical they are both being about the situation, and especially the prospect of children from this enforced match. I liked Benedick's concern about having children witness their bickering and not wanting to yet lose that aspect of their relationship. That in itself leads me to think that the harsh words that have flowed, and continue to flow, between them is merely a pretense. There is too much affection in those barbs to be anything but affection (much like that of another couple we've met in Time and Space!). I agree with DTTs...she did like him o'ermuchly as a girl and he, in his youthful ramblings, did but play her false unawares. :D
Oct. 27th, 2014 05:03 pm (UTC)
Well, that's a reason I can get behind. :D

Which only reminds me that I still need to handle my problems viewing Digital Theatre. :(

I'm not sure their concern was as much about children witnessing their bickering as much as the act of getting them and the danger Beatrice would be in. (Especially since her mother died giving birth to her.) But I doubt they'd bicker over things that don't matter, only try to make it seem educational to their children. (And yes... much like another couple. They may not have intended it, but there are too many parallels to ignore.)
Oct. 27th, 2014 05:36 pm (UTC)
I was referring to this line: "I would wish to wait until we can reach some standing truce whilst engaging in verbal battles." I took that to mean that he was concerned that their bickering would be detrimental to potential offspring, and that they, as good parents, should show a loving and united front. I did understand the physical concerns, though.
Oct. 27th, 2014 05:52 pm (UTC)
Thinking back to that line, I think you hit the nail on the head. They do recognize the need to show a united front, for they've both seen what it looks like when there isn't one. Not that they'll have an issue with that. :) Again, thanks.
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